Visitor from Another World Who Couldn't Go Back!

The clouds parted.

A soaring emerald glow spreads from a straight ray of light, originating from the heart of the Myna Forest.

Wherever the beam of light covered the woodland, a shower of blue light began to fall.

An immense life force, following the spreading light and rain of light, descended upon the entire forest.

The bird with broken wings spread its wings again, the wounded fox's wounds healed visibly, grass and shrubs grew wildly, and even the oak trees grew taller.

The whole forest rejoiced, delighted by the sage's resurrection.

"This... this is the Grand Master?" Ezekiel felt the vibrant life force within him; the Way of Nature had never been so close to him.

"That's right!"

Edus, with his long, bushy beard, took a deep, almost greedy breath of the air, thick with the vibrant energy of verdant life.

"Life's Praise!"

"Only Grand Master could perform such an absurdly wide-ranging Life's Praise."

"It's been a long time."

The Druid's healing arts are unparalleled.

Moreover, unlike the priests of Meritellie, the Druid ' healing spells have almost no side effects.

The priests of Meritellie use Divine Art to stimulate and deplete the life force within the recipient's body, achieving the goal of rapidly healing injuries.

Druid, who are skilled at harnessing the powerful forces of nature, use these forces to infuse gentle life force into the recipient's body, enhancing the recipient's regenerative abilities.

Life's Praise is the most advanced healing technique of the Druid. Almost anyone with a breath left can survive under the blessing of Life's Praise and heal quickly.

certainly.

While the effects are so remarkable, the requirements for the practitioner are also extremely high.

Unlike Divine Art, which can be performed by ordinary priests, the Life's Praise requires a profound understanding of the Way of Nature, and at the very least, one must be Great Druid who has mastered the Sacred Form Transformation.

Great Druid are extremely rare; normally, there are only about ten Druid with Circle of Druids.

Generally, such Great Druid almost always retreat to the deep mountains to cultivate the way of nature and do not appear in the outside world.

in addition.

When a normal Great Druid casts Life's Praise, the casting range is only a small open area with a radius of two or three steps.

But now this influence has almost covered the entire area of Myna Forest...

Ezekiel had never seen him before, nor had he ever heard of him.

It's hard to imagine how far the Grand Master, who could bestow such a Life's Praise, had progressed on the path of nature. He... no... He was almost the embodiment of nature on earth.

"Where exactly is the Grand Master now?" Ezekiel couldn't help but ask.

Erwin and Edus exchanged a glance.

"Nobody knows," Erwin shook his head, "But I remember Master Isaac McKinney once said that no being in the Myna Forest, or any forest in the Northern Continent, could threaten the Grand Master."

Any existence... Ezekiel opened his mouth in astonishment, staring at Erwin.

Erwin nodded slightly.

"Let's go, stop thinking about it. The Grand Master's strength is beyond our comprehension," Edus interrupted Ezekiel's surprise and quickened his pace. "The sooner we get to the Sacred Oak, the more curious I become about what could awaken the Grand Master."

The other three Druid nodded and quickened their pace.

In the height of summer, the Druid Circle of Myna is lush and verdant.

The further you go into the heart of the forest, the more you see towering and majestic trees, each one taller and more imposing than the last.

Stepping on the decaying leaves, listening to the rustling whispers of the woods, it felt as if each step was on the rings of time.

These giant trees are oak trees.

Because of their longevity and resilience, Druid generally refer to them as the Tree of Life, which serves as a bridge between the origin and reality.

"Every time I see the Sacred Myna, I can't help but marvel at the magnificence of nature's power..." Ciri looked up and couldn't help but feel moved.

At the edge of the horizon, towering trees spread out their canopies of leaves, blocking out the sun; the deep brown foliage the Rift the dense branches and leaves resembled a thick, imposing city wall.

That is the Sacred Myna, the largest oak tree on the Northern Continent.

The Circle of Druids was not originally an organization like the Talent and Skill Association or the Brotherhood of Sorcerers. It was simply a gathering place for a group of Druid who lived and practiced in the forest, focusing on communicating with nature and rarely interacting with each other.

Even today, many Circle of Druids still retain their original loose structure.

But the Druid Circle of Myna is different. Since its inception, it has been a gathering of organized Druid with a simple goal: to protect the ancient Tree of Life in the Myna Forest.

Most importantly, protect the very heart of Maina, this oak tree that is tens of thousands of years old— the Sacred Myna.

If the oak tree is the bridge between the origin of nature and reality, then the Sacred Myna is the largest of the bridges leading to the origin of nature.

"Who says otherwise?" Edus stroked his long, gray beard, his eyes fixed on the Sacred Myna with adoration. "The reason I chose the Druid Circle of Myna was because of her. I thought I could find the ultimate truth of nature in her graceful form."

"Isn't it because of the Grand Master's explanation and clarification?" Ezekiel teased.

Edus shrugged. "That was a pleasant surprise."

Although Edus and his group came as soon as they heard the bell, the Great Druid, who were practicing deep in the secluded woods, arrived even faster.

certainly.

There are quite a few Great Druid who are slower than them.

Perhaps out of courtesy, these sages who walked in the woods in the form of the Spirit of Nature would revert to human form when they approached the Sacred Myna.

At this moment, many elderly figures were already sitting cross-legged under the Sacred Myna tree of Mayna.

However, instead of taking advantage of this rare reunion to share their feelings and the gains from their practice, they stood up straight, closed their eyes, and continued their practice, seemingly unwilling to waste a single second.

Therefore.

In the sizable open space in front of the Sacred Myna tree, only the soft sound of footsteps echoed, creating a tranquil and solemn atmosphere.

The four Druid, Edus, Erwin, Ezekiel, and Heinrich, passed several Druid who had transformed from gray wolves into human form— the Great Druid, having just transitioned from quadrupedalism to bipedalism, were somewhat unaccustomed to maneuvering their hands and feet—and entered the bustling tree-lined square.

Everyone's attention was immediately drawn to the figure leaning against the trunk of the sacred oak tree.

It's not because of its imposing presence, powerful aura, or elemental favor.

On the contrary, the figure was silent and ordinary, but once the gaze fell upon it, it was hard to look away.

It was a pure white Reindeer with magnificent antlers. Its legs were folded below its belly, and its head was bowed, pressed against the soft soil.

During the height of summer, Reindeer should typically have dark brown fur, while in winter they should turn creamy white to camouflage themselves.

However, all four Druid knew that the Reindeer's coat color was not for concealment, nor was it due to a lack of skill.

Holy white is a symbol that is outwardly expressed.

"Is that the Grand Master?" Ezekiel whispered.

"Yes," Erwin nodded, "The figure outside the Source Lake is this Sacred Deer."

Ezekiel nodded thoughtfully and sat cross-legged, mimicking the other Druid.

A little while later.

The last few Druid to arrive also sat down cross-legged.

The Reindeer slowly opened its eyes, and as it stood up on its slender hooves, a dazzling white light flashed from the texture of its fur.

When the white light completely disappeared, the Reindeer had vanished from its original spot, leaving only an old druid wearing a white robe, leaning on a long staff made of deer bone and jujube wood, and sporting a gray Druid.

Unlike the majestic and imposing Reindeer, the aged Druid is like a kind old man in his twilight years, lacking any imposing presence.

However, the Druid who were sitting cross-legged suddenly stood up from the ground and drew a circle in front of their chests with their right hands.

"Grand Master!"

The Druid rose and bowed.

"Sit down." The elderly Druid smiled kindly.

"Grand Master, what is the purpose of this gathering?" asked one of the impatient Druid.

Obviously.

Heinrich, who was patrolling the woods, was not the only one who knew nothing.

However, this is normal. Druid cannot meditate 24 hours a day without stopping. There will always be unlucky Druid just happen to miss it.

"Is it because of the newcomers in the Sacred Forest?" a Druid asked.

"A newbie?" The impatient Druid, puzzled.

Immediately, people on both sides described in detail the golden-haired behemoth that had appeared in the Sacred Forest.

The Grand Master patiently waited for the Druid to recount the strange occurrences in the Sacred Forest. After the unaware Druid had finished their initial surprise, he slowly nodded and said:

"It's because of new like-minded people."

"Whoosh~"

The oak grove was immediately thrown into an uproar, causing a huge commotion.

"A new comrade-in-arms, does that mean he has truly never set foot in the Sacred Forest?"

"Who is he?"

Has anyone seen him?

"What kind of Spirit of Nature is that golden behemoth?"

Even the usually calm and highly respected Great Druid expressed the same shock as Edus, Erwin, and Ezekiel at this moment.

After all, it's not surprising to venture deep into the Sacred Forest; every few years, every ten years, every few decades, there are always Druid manage to do it.

But what's absurd is that a Druid who had never appeared in the Sacred Forest went straight to its Sacred Forest upon entering and shared the origin with Mother Nature.

Entering the Sacred Forest is a requirement for Druid apprentice to become Druid, and it is not difficult as long as one has some talent in the Way of Nature.

But to cross the "grassland" where one can stand and step into the "dense forest," one needs at least several decades of enlightenment, not to mention the "banyan tree" that follows, and even reaching the "Source Lake," which is a realm that may not be reached even after several decades, several hundred years, or even a lifetime.

More importantly, grasslands, dense forests, banyan trees... are themselves realms, and natural truths that need to be comprehended.

This cannot be explained by genius or talent.

How could a Druid who has never entered the Sacred Forest possibly know the existence of these profound truths, and how could he suddenly break through so many realms?

It's like a farmer who has never studied alchemy, but during his off-season, he touches an ordinary stone on the ground and suddenly learns how to refine the Philosopher's Stone.

How can the impossible exist and happen?

Of course, it cannot exist, nor can it happen.

At least until today, absolutely no Druid would have believed it.

"Grand Master, do you know how he did it?" a Druid asked, ignoring the surrounding noise.

The oak grove fell silent as everyone stared at the Grand Master before the Sacred Myna.

"I don't understand." The Grand Master shook his head.

"A golden-haired behemoth?"

"I don't know him."

"What is your background, sir?"

"Have no idea."

Ezekiel his head to look at Edus.

"That's how the Grand Master is," Edus smiled helplessly, "Very...very sincere."

Indeed, he was more sincere than I had imagined... Ezekiel thought to myself.

He had imagined the Grand Master to be a dignified and powerful figure, but he was wrong...

"But I know his name," the Grand Master said after a few seconds of silence. "He told me his name is Cano."

"Kano..." countless Druid murmured, frowning.

This is not a common language, Elder Speech, a goblin Goblin Language buried in history... it is not any language of the Northern Continent.

so...

"He's not from our world?"

The Great Druid named Isaac McKinney put away the heart, spleen, stomach, and gallbladder that he had intended to use for Viscera Divination.

"That does make sense," Zebi Ortega Great Druid in his raven form, said thoughtfully. "He is a master of the Way of Nature in another world, with extremely high attainments in nature, yet he could not possibly have appeared in our original path."

"Did we accidentally stumble upon the Conjunction of the Spheres?"

"How could a master with such high attainments have strayed into this place... Wouldn't nature have given him a warning?"

After collecting his internal organs, Isaac McKinney shook his head and interjected, "I remember that the Conjunction of the Spheres hasn't occurred for decades, and it shouldn't happen again."

He paused for a moment, then suddenly remembered something, looked back at Edus and Erwin, and asked:

"Edus!"

Have you heard any rumors about Conjunction of the Spheres?

Edus paused for a few seconds, and under the gaze of the Druid, carefully chose his words and said, "The situation outside has been quite complicated recently, but there has indeed been information about Conjunction of the Spheres, which happened three or four months ago in Ban Ade."

Complex... Isaac McKinney didn't seem to care. He lowered his head and pondered for a few seconds before saying:

"It might be the effect of that Conjunction of the Spheres."

"Then let's follow the old custom, find that Master Kano, and send him back, or..."

"He can't go back." The Grand Master suddenly interjected, his tone resolute.

"What do you mean?" Isaac McKinney was taken aback.

Since the Conjunction of the Spheres has only occurred less than half a year ago, the two worlds are currently at their closest point. By paying some price to have the wizards of the Conclave of Sorcerers try it out, even if the conjunction point disappears, the chances of returning are not small.

For an ordinary person from another world, it would certainly not be worth paying such a high price.

However, if a Druid master, who is on par with the Grand Master, were to leave him behind against his will, it would cause considerable damage.

Weighing the pros and cons, it's certainly worth a try; at least we should have an attitude towards it.

The Grand Master glanced at the Druid around him, remained silent for a few seconds, and then said:

"Mother Nature bestowed was not an ordinary source..."

"He sank into the Source Lake."